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Angel S:1E:3 "Pilot Part III" By G.M. Shephard Copyright 2012 Editied by: jeffusually kiitylover -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Pilot Part III "Icarus" ---Deliverance Exterior--- They weren't replying. Are they not hearing me? I kept my head against the hull so that the vibrations could reverberate into my ear. After repeating my message for about 5 minutes, I finally saw a body approach and put their hand up. A reply came through. "Please authenticate your identity," Came the tapping through the hull. I replied "No time for formalities, if I can insert you into orbit and put you on return trajectory, can you fly?" "Yes," Came a quick reply. Without giving them any time to mull it over, I thought a little proof they weren't crazy was in order. Before heading aft, I tapped a couple instructions for my pilot and left before he could reply. Returning to the the starboard mid side of the Deliverance, I grabbed ahold of the titanium frame of the FAST Pack and waited several minutes for my crew to get themselves situated. It seemed like an eternity before the beacon lights around the orbiter lit up. That was my signal the they were ready. The lights started blinking coding out a quick message that they were suited up and strapped in. 'Honey, I'm on my way home,' I thought as if I were calling wife to let her know I was leaving work. As I began concentrating on my forward flight, pushing the ship so that it would yaw to the right, I started to think about my family. In all my excitement, it never occurred to me just what was in store when this was all over. I wouldn't be able to just walk through the front door of my house and plop down on the couch. What was I going to tell my wife and kid. "Liz, your husband is a woman now, and some alien took his body 30 light years away. Ash, your daddy is now your older sister," My hands started trembling at the thought. Unlike the crew, who could go on living knowing I was dead, my agreement to switch places with Kaaren, rested in the hope that one day, Liz and I could be together again and I would one day get to be a grandfather. I couldn't let them write me off, and had to let them know I was still alive. My attention returned to my immediate task at hand, putting my homecoming plans on the shelf for the time being. As the Deliverance swung into position nearing its target angle, I reversed my flight to slow it down to a stop, nearly on target. My hands maintained a firm grip on the titanium cage that surrounded the FAST Pack. The frame, designed almost as a roll cage to keep the vital engine components safe, provided a sturdy contact point that would withstand the forces my frail looking, yet powerful hands exerted on it. After a few more final adjustments, I was happy with the position my girl was in. Moving to center aft, I found a convergence point where several parts of the cage were welded together and took a strong hold before I started pushing forward toward the blue and green globe ahead. As we accelerated toward home, my mind stated running through the math, preparing for a manual orbital insertion. This was going to be just another simulation where all the computers on board failed except the one inside my skull. ---Deliverance Interior--- "Everyone, suit and and strap in, that's an order," Collins, suddenly in charge, yelled to the remaining crew. As quickly as he could move, Collins made his way over to the locker and pulled out his orange flight suit worn during lift offs and landings. Megan came over to help him suit up as Shephard came over to mock him. "I don't care what Houston thinks, you're all losing it. You wanna explain how Michael, if that really is him out there, is supposed to move this ship? Have you lost your fucking mind?" the Doctor was getting belligerent floating a foot away from Collin's face. Collins tried to ignore him, focusing instead on resisting the pain of the ribs shifting as he maneuvered his suit into position on his body. Not appreciating being ignored, Shephard grabbed Collins' arm forcing him to face him. Mitri, already suited up, pushed between them, hovering in front of Shephard. "Let's calm down now Doctor. Whether right or wrong, make no difference. We either die here in cosmos hearing things, or we go home." Mitri was a very nice man, but very rough looking, one you would not want to screw with. The Doctor's ego was mostly show being more of a thinker than an actual fighter. It was clear to Megan, he finally reached the breaking point and was terrified of dying. "Beat it Ruskie," he yelled, suddenly abandoning ties with the Soviet Union and single-handedly restarting the cold war inside of the cabin. "Comrade Doctor, I agree with you, but we go nowhere if we emotional. Why not prove there is nothing out there instead of fight about it," He floated in front of Shephard trying to neutralize the threat by appealing to the Doctor to put his claims to the test, while displaying a fierce presence in the event the peaceful approach failed. For some reason, Shephard had slipped off the deep end and began raising his hands to grab Mitri, when his eyes went wide and his body froze in place. After a few seconds his eyes closed and his body went limp, floating aside. Megan appeared from behind him holding her hand up, showing Collins and Mitri an empty syringe with a long needle. "God that felt good," She said smiling. "Mitri, I am going to help Collins onto the flight deck and get him strapped in. Can you suit up the sleeping beauty here and strap him down?" He saluted her. "Yes ma'am," he said as he grabbed the Doctor, moving him toward the lockers like a kid holding a balloon. Megan fastened her helmet to free up her hand to help Collins into the cockpit. "Thank you," Collins said as he positioned himself in front of the instrument panel, waking up the flight computers from their hibernating state before struggling to get his harness on. "No Sean, thank you, I don't know what you said to the Big Guy back there on the bed, but He seemed to like your prayer," she said as she carefully tightened the harness, locking him into his seat, followed by his Snoopy Cap with integrated boom microphones. "CAPCOM, Deliverance here, running CCA test, do you read me over?" He made a few adjustments, lining up the cap's built-in headphones with his ears, wincing at the pain in his ribs. "Deliverance, CAPCOM, read you loud and clear, Snoopy sounds good," Davis, the active Capsule Communicator replied. Davis was the pilot of the "B" team equally trained for the mission should Collins fall sick. He and Turner, Commander of "B" team, rotated shifts as CAPCOM during critical phases of the mission. It was decided early on in the space program to have a sole mediator between mission control and the crew. All communications and instructions from the ground were routed through the Capsule Communicator as it was felt that the crew should have minimal people sending commands to them. The job usually fell upon active duty astronauts who not only have first hand knowledge of the vehicle, but have also been in space. Collins began running through his checklist for a decelerating orbital insertion as he fired up different systems, bringing everything back online. Mitri finished securing Shephard to his seat and began strapping himself in next to Collins. Megan, seated behind Collins, ran through her own set of checklists and system tests. "I never uttered a word to Him," he admitted yelling back to McCormack, "I have no idea who or what is really outside there, but something miraculous is happening. Let's see just how real this all is," Collins said as he flipped the switch turning the exterior beacon lights on. Using a special button below the switch to temporarily toggle the lights to the off position, he began coding a message to their strange visitor outside. After a long twenty second wait, the Deliverance started to YAW right. The crew watched in wonder as some mysterious force was moving the vehicle, changing their orientation so that Earth was dead ahead, pausing briefly before beginning to accelerate forward. Each one of them, excited to be heading home after a long trip into deep space, enjoyed the ride, all silently wondering who their deliverer was. ---Insertion--- I was counting down in my mind as my body acted to decelerate the Deliverance's forward motion. Instead of the Verniers firing an orbital insertion burn, placing the ship into a stable orbit around the Earth, the force I was able to exert on the ship made up for the damaged systems. Collins kept in contact relaying information to me via the beacon lights letting me know when the ship was in an optimal angle. "Twenty more seconds," before insertion complete. My eyes shifted to take in the beauty of the ground below. It felt great being so close to home again. Less then a day ago, I was a different person, struggling to see my planet through the reflection in a mirror. Little did I know then, that I would be hours away from coming home. A sudden flash of light startled me with five seconds left in my countdown. About a dozen or so smaller meteors streaked across the atmosphere at a velocity about 40 times the speed of sound. At that speed, the air can't get out of the way of the object and is compressed, causing heat to build up and transfer to the object. The burning meteors produced large plumes of smoke trailing off them. While the meteors looked no bigger than a small car, they were still dangerous, able to cause severe property damage to small areas, killing people in the process. Small asteroids can also airburst over cities as heat reaches gas pockets in the rock. The resulting explosion could produce powerful shockwaves able to level buildings. I watched helplessly as they traveled further and further away, knowing I would be unable to stop them. It was my hope that they would touch down in an area void of people or harmlessly burn up before hitting the ground. My attention turned toward the major threat, panning across the sky in infrared looking for its heat signature. Locking my eyes on my target, I left the safety of the planet once again, and headed for the Icarus. ---Icarus--- Asteroids are said to be what is left over after the planets formed in our solar system some 4.5 billion years ago. A series of different types of supernova exploded in a perfectly orchestrated sequence that produced all the necessary heavy metals to form rocky planets, and life chemistry. Eventually the scattered remnants of the old population II stars steadily accumulated, forming a protostar and protoplanets. Whatever material didn't coalesce into planets or new stars formed the asteroid belt, a collection of millions of small- to large-sized asteroids between Mars and Jupiter. The Icarus was unusual as it seemed to have originated beyond the asteroid belt as if venturing into the solar system from outside. It's origins became a great mystery for scientists. Dr. Shephard will get to spend the rest of his career studying those samples he brought back, something he never thought he would be able to accomplish. I could only image how excited he was right about now, bouncing off the walls with Nobel Prizes dancing in his mind. The Icarus was massive. As I approached I scanned the object, hoping to determine a plan of attack. The asteroid's shape was unmistakably a piece of a larger body, having many hard edges that would most likely fit another rock somewhere in the galaxy like a jigsaw puzzle. There was a large opening in the rock right about the ideal spot I had hoped to try pushing. The fissure appeared to be about 50 yards wide and maybe about 30 high, with no immediate was to see how deep. I moved in to investigate, entering into the fissure, which was void of any sunlight, hoping to be able to see something in the pitch black. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see some faint slight detail. Scanning the cave searching for the wall toward the back, I suddenly started feeling strange. At first it was nothing, but a strange sensation throughout my body began to rapidly increase. My body began feeling weak and a quickly growing need to breathe was building. Something was wrong and needed to get out fast. Producing the thrust needed to get me turned around proved to be suddenly difficult. I felt the energy stored in my body purging itself from each cell. I was gasping for oxygen and if I couldn't get out, I was going to die after coming this far. There was some rock within reach that I took a hold of and pulled myself towards the wall, bringing my feet to the rock. I quickly tucked myself up and kicked off as if kicking off the side of a pool. I cleared the fissure as I felt myself rapidly approaching the point of passing out from lack of oxygen in the brain. Bathed in the sunlight, I felt my strength quickly returning. The surge I was now feeling was similar, only I felt energy entering my body instead of leaving it. Still, I was in desperate need of oxygen and didn't have much time. With flight control restored I made a fast break for the planet only seconds left to start feeding my brain with oxygen before it was all over for me. I flew dead on in a high attack angle hitting the Earth's atmosphere at a fatal velocity. No space craft wouldn't stand a chance at this speed and angle. Immediately as I hit the atmosphere my body was instantly engulfed in flames as the friction started generating intense heat. My body became a great ball of fire streaking through the atmosphere. Amazingly, my skin was not burning nor was my suit. The 1,600+ degree heat caused no pain and registered only a moderate variation in temperature. After a minute I was through, and although the air was thin at such a high altitude, I was able to take in some oxygen. "Air, the sweet smell of fresh air," I suddenly had a voice, and was cognizant of sounds for the first time since leaving Kaaren's ship. I was basking in the moment when I realized I no longer flying, but free falling. ---Back to the Drawing Board--- After recovering from my free fall, I regained lift within the atmosphere and escaped Earth's gravity, ready to try attacking the asteroid again. I made several test runs, each time getting weak as I got to close. At first I thought my suddenly being deprived of solar energy was causing my rapid weakness, but as I hovered in the light on the fractured surface, my body again started to become weak, making me vulnerable to the vacuum. 'If I can't go near the asteroid, how am I going to stop it?' If I were to disengage the Deliverance's sled, I could accelerate it toward the asteroid. An impact with a large mass traveling at a high velocity might just knock it off course. My mind ran through the math, calculating the estimated mass of the asteroid vs the mass of the nuclear reaction FAST Pack and determined the velocity I would need to accelerate it to. The mass was too small to create enough energy to move it to a safe trajectory in the short time I had. If it were much further out, It might work, but this close to the planet, there would still be an devastating impact. In the early days following the asteroid's discovery, some of the brightest the world has to offer sat in a conference room for several days thinking up scenarios that could neutralize the threat. Everything from large sails catching the solar winds blowing the rock off course, to building a form of propulsion on the surface that would gradually push the asteroid off course, all the way to an all out nuclear assault. The nuclear fuel that drove the FAST Pack's engines was not weapons grade uranium and would not cause an explosion. Since our nuclear devices were ineffective, it would be a futile effort to try any further attacks with nuclear weapons. With the Deliverance as my only resources, I had few options, and pushing the asteroid was out of the question. 'What else did we consider as an option?' I thought to myself as I was getting desperate, not wanting to come this far in my redemption, only to still fail the people of Earth. A few more ideas came to mind from the brainstorming sessions. One of them, a gravity tractor had a simple enough concept, but required a lot of time. It called for a massive vessel a bit larger than the Deliverance to act as a tugboat, using a gravitational towline to create an attraction, gradually drawing the asteroid off course By producing enough thrust to equal out the vessel's attraction to the asteroid, the rock would slowly over time follow the ship off it's present trajectory. It sounded insane, but I might be able to act as a gravity tractor myself. As dense as I am, it would take a long time to attract the rock, but if I could increase my mass, I might be able to pull it off course while keeping my distance at the same time. If I could propel my body fast enough in tight circular orbits, I could increase my mass by propelling myself as close to the speed of light as I could get. According to Einstein, as any body with mass approaches the speed of light, it's mass increases proportionately to the speed , thus requiring that much more energy to accelerate faster to compensate for the increase in mass, thereby making it impossible to reach the speed of light within space. I would not need to travel at light speed, but if I could propel myself as fast as possible, traveling in a tight orbit, I might just be able to attract the object away from its current path. The only concern I had regarding my plan was what gravitational effects I would cause on the tides. My mental calculations concluded the effects on the Earth's rotation wouldn't be any greater than a massive earthquake striking deep in the ocean causing, worst case scenario, a series of tsunamis. The death and destruction was unthinkable, but with the fate of the planet in the balance, the risks were necessary in order to prevent the extinction of the human race. Fully charged by the sun, I proceeded to the point that I wanted the object to move toward and began my run. My mind was in a deep level of concentration, recalling all my meditation techniques and focusing all my will on achieving as great a speed as this godlike body was capable of. Beginning my orbits, slowly getting used to the path I would need to duplicate after each successful trip along the plane, I gradually increased my speed until I felt myself easily surpassing all known human speed limits. The world around me began to slow down from my perspective as I continued to accelerated as if with no limitation. It was as if I were watching the film where a bullet is shot at a playing card using a high speed film camera to capture the event. The spin the rifling in the barrel of the gun exerts on the bullet is captured so that one can see every rotation the lead slug makes as it inches itself closer and closer to the target. Every pass I made, I felt I had minutes to view the asteroid before passing it up to complete another orbit. In each pass, I could see the gravitational effects I was exerting on the object. As massive as the object was, it was wobbling and moving toward me. Quickly, I adjusted my path to gradually take me further away, hoping it would follow me in the process. My plan was working, surpassing all my expectations. The asteroid was indeed moving away, but how much is what I needed to know. After I passed the rock yet again, I changed course and flew straight ahead before coming to a stop about a hundred kilometers away. This perspective was ineffective at observing the fruits of my labor, so I flew high above the asteroid to observe it's path. Watching the object in a low band of the infrared spectrum, I determined it was indeed moving off course, but remained un-convinced it was safely moving away from my home. To be sure, I began a second run at a steeper angle, hoping to draw the object further away. ---Rescued--- Flight Director Thompson was laying back in his chair puffing on a cigar. Everyone was celebrating the miraculous diversion the Icarus suddenly took. There was no logical explanation for the object suddenly changing course. Mission Control was celebrating prematurely with their crew still in orbit, but because of the immense sigh of relief knowing the would all go on living long after this day, everyone felt it was worth lighting up early. Thompson took a long drag on his cigar before extinguishing it and taking charge of his people again. He was feeling guilt as he knew, the miracle that just occurred was not of their doing. Little did he know, that it was indeed the fruits of their labor that aligned his side of cosmic events, that allowed one of his own to take on the necessary transformation that would save the world. "Ok people, listen up, party's over. Put the smokes away, we have work to do. At this point I couldn't care less about the anomalies, the videos of a white disk spinning near the Icarus, or the gravitational distortions. We will have plenty of time to think about that, for now, we have people up there that need to come home, let's do what we do best and bring them down to the party." Suddenly there was a commotion, and people started whispering to each other. Chaos ensued as the phones started ringing. Everyone ignored what the Flight Director was saying, instead answering phones and chatting in excitement. Before Thompson could react, someone was tugging at his arm. "What the hell is going on?" Thompson asked as he tried to understand why his people suddenly became so distracted. "You are not going to believe this," Davis said handed him a handset. ---Shuttle Landing Facility, Kennedy Space Center, Florida.--- A large crowd was gathering on the tarmac on Merritt Island, home of the John F. Kennedy Space Center. It was 4:00am EST and the sun was still an hour away from peeking over the ocean. At the far end of the runway used exclusively for shuttle and shuttle carrier landings, a couple of bright lights peered through the thick early morning fog. The growing mass of people cautiously approached the mysterious object sitting idle at the southern end of the runway. A breeze in the night blew a thick cloud of fog, allowing a dark object to emerge from the blanket of water vapor. A loud sound of twisting metal engulfed the area, causing people to step back in fear, followed by an even louder thud as something heavy hit the pavement. Someone yelled out "It's the Deliverance!" As more smoke cleared, the nose of the Atlantis Orbiter became clear. Everyone started running toward the vehicle. The hatchway came into view and one of the crew, in their bright orange flight suit, was standing at the opening. The main hatch on the starboard side of the shuttle was twisted and mangled, lying in a small mess of cracks in the runway, clearly the source of the god- awful noise. The whole area erupted, cheering loudly as the crew, or what was left of them, slowly gathered together, breathing in their first breath of fresh air in close to a year. Emergency vehicles arrived just ahead of two helicopters carrying NASA bigwigs, landing near the vehicle. Men rushed out and began pushing the crowd back to allow emergency crews to work. After about 20 minutes the crew were offloaded and placed on gurneys where they would be transported to local hospitals and treated for injuries. After a long stay in zero gravity, their bodies were frail and would need time to re-adapt to living within Earth's gravity. Kennedy Space Center Director Dr. Roth approached Collins. "Mighty fine flying son, you mind telling me why you chose to land this bird on my strip without calling first?" Roth was only half serious, glad his cluster of an operation turned for the better. After the nuclear devices failed to stop the threat, the military stepped in and severed all communications with the outside world. As far as the public knew, Operation THOR was a success, little did the people of Earth know, they were all about to die. It was better that way, the military tried to convince everyone. There would be no looting, or rioting. In the span of several minutes, no one would be around to question the ethics of the government's decision. "I didn't, I have no idea how we got here. We all blacked out during re- entry and we awoke to the sound of you guys taking the hatch off. Once we re-entered, I lost control of the orbiter and we went into a steep dive. At some point we blacked out and wound up here," Dr. Roth was about to reply when someone grabbed his shoulder and whispered into his ear. "Look up." He turned to see who it was without realizing the place was suddenly deadly quiet. All around him, everyone was looking up in the air. He turned to look up. There in the blackness in the night was a small white object. He blinked a couple times to bring it into focus. "It's an angel!" Someone said aloud. The object became clear, the figure appeared to be a woman clothed in a shiny white suit floating high above the crowd. Everyone was pointing at her. Her body stood straight as if at attention, legs close together. She lifted her right arm and gave a sharp salute, then suddenly ascended up into the sky, instantly traveling several times the sound barrier, producing a concussion that shook the very ground. The angel was gone. ---Heading Home--- Soaring through the night sky I was soaking in the beauty of the city lights passing below me as I headed west to California. The sun was starting to rise in the east, but I was flying too fast for it to overtake me as I traveled to the Pacific. I never knew I could feel so free. All my life I wanted to fly. After high school I joined the Air Force Academy where I learned how to fly jets and became an accomplished fighter pilot before flying the fastest plane ever built, the SR-71. Eventually , wanting to climb higher and travel faster, I joined the astronaut program, venturing into space. All my time as a pilot, I relied on millions of dollars worth of machinery to help me defy gravity, now I was as free as a bird. No worries about fuel, mechanical failures, or worries about dying in a crash. I was brought back to the early days of flying, relying solely on visual flight. There was no instrumentation to help orient my flight, or point me in the right direction. I had to admit, as great this freedom was, I felt a little naked without the mess of gauges. "Naked!" Suddenly my mind switched from my newfound freedom to go anywhere I wanted and locked on to something my mind hadn't had much time to dwell on since leaving the ship. Saving the world, and the power that had been endowed in me, had come at a personal cost. Underneath this tight suit is the body of a very gorgeous yet strangely alien woman that my mind and spirit now occupies. Suddenly I felt trapped and not so free. I considered Megan part of my crew, equal to all the rest, yet my in subconscious, society's influence demoting woman from equals to inferiors had been engrained into my mind. It is natural for men to be quick with a joke about how superior we think we are and I admit, I have taken my stabs at times, but I know deep down there is little difference. Kaaren was right, we are the same inside, just piloting different bodies, bodies that do essentially the same task, but each having their own set of qualities. There are things that women can do that men can not, and vice versa, but both are quite capable of piloting a space shuttle. In fact, there have been studies that women have a higher level of situational awareness, making them more effective combat pilots. Men are quickly blamed for their degradation towards the female half of the population, but women do it too. Women would refuse to have their car serviced by a female mechanic, insisting on having a man conduct the servicing even if the woman had superior automotive repair knowledge. In 1986, it's still a man's world but times are slowly changing, women are making their place in business, in law enforcement, government and even in outer space. Still, my mind couldn't shake my feelings of inferiority flowing through my subconscious as I pondered my decision to give up my manhood to save all mankind. "My manhood!" It suddenly sunk it. In the privacy of the clouds, my hands reached down to feel my body. Starting with my breasts I found they were quite a handful, but not overly large. As for size, I had no clue, there was never a necessity for me to use my memory to store women's clothing measurements. After a few failed attempts to buy Liz clothing I thought she would look great in, my gift buying resorted back to jewelry and I left it up to her to choose her own clothes to turn me on. As my hands touched Kaaren's breasts through the strange material of my suit, electrical patterns alien to me raced towards my brain, registering pleasant feelings which in turn commanded my body to uncontrollably shudder as if I were hit by a sudden chill in the air. To complete my acceptance of this new reality of mine, one final exploration needed to be completed and delaying the inevitable was useless. I could only go so long pretending this is all a dream, because I knew better. The sooner I faced my fears, the better. "Damn it, get a grip" I said aloud. I chose this, and I had great reason too. I won't be a woman forever; Kaaren will return with my body sooner or later, having saved her planet from destruction. Besides, I am not a woman, I am a goddess. All the things women fear in life are not mine to have to worry about. No man can beat me, rape me, kidnap me. Perhaps in this body, I can help make society more accepting of our female partners in life. Starting to feel more accepting of my situation, I thought 'Screw it' and reached down between by legs, entering into new territory as I was about to go where no man has gone before. The strange material of the suit I was wearing didn't allow me to feel much in the way of sensations or details, but the fact was, there was nothing where my beloved pal should be. Due to the wideness of my hips, there was actually a couple inches of space between my legs and where they came together; there was nothing but a small mound instead of my familiar bulge. My heart began to beat a little faster as realization set in. I started feeling around a bit further, when I emerged from a cloud. Suddenly I found myself staring down the beacon lights of a 747 airliner. Only seconds to react, I took evasive maneuvers and wen't into a dive, the engines only several feet in front of me. They were dangerously close and I needed to avoid them at all cost. My body would likely be unharmed from the event, but If I got sucked into the turbines, I could destroy the aircraft and kill everyone onboard. I released all concentration and gravity took hold, allowing me to drop the few extra feet needed to avoid a collision. Looking up I saw the plane alter course slightly before leveling out. Clearly the pilots where already past their brief moment of panic and had already shifted their thoughts to what they had just encountered. 'Was that a bird, a plane, or some woman flying through the air fondling herself?' was the question the pilot and co-pilot where likely asking each other. This dense body was falling like a brick and my mind was shaken up from being caught touching my new nether regions at 30,000 ft, almost killing everyone on board in the process. I couldn't re-focus my attention on flying and was again spinning out of control, free falling at terminal velocity with the ground rushing up to greet me. 'Would it indeed be terminal?' The faint light on the horizon lit the ground below illuminating the faint green and yellow squares in the earth indicating vast farm land. 'Good, no one in sight.' Closing my eyes, I took in a few deep breaths of air through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. Having studied martial arts at a younger age, my meditation techniques were instinctively recalled as quickly as my muscles do in reaction to an attack. I began to calm down and in a matter of seconds I felt more relaxed. As my concentration returned, I felt myself slowing as I willed myself back into flight. I opened my eyes in time to see the ground rush up a couple hundred feet below. Quickly I leveled out into a cornfield, corn stalks slamming into my face as I came to a hard landing, hitting the ground doing about 100 miles an hour. My dense body skimmed chest down across the ground, digging a trench along the way. Surprisingly I felt no pain as I hit the soft soil. As my body came to a stop I noticed I had dug myself into the ground a few feet deep. "God I hope no one saw that" I said aloud while slowly getting to my feet. I wiped the dirt off my suit. I had a high neckline preventing any dirt from getting inside, but I was pretty filthy. Thankfully the suit was not torn. The heat caused from the friction during re-entry to the atmosphere should have caused the suit to burn up, making me to think it must be made of some kind of special material that can withstand as much punishment as my body can take. The soft dirt gave out under my two inch heel and I fell backwards landing on my butt. It had just dawned on me that, with the exception of the gravity on Kaaren's ship, it had been about a year since I had walked. This was the first time in this body I had set foot on the ground. Perhaps the reason I had been doing so well flying, is because I had been floating in zero G for the last 12 months. Fortunately I didn't have to re-strengthen my bone mass, but I was going to have to take a little time getting used to walking again. 'Let's try this again' I thought to myself as I returned to a standing position. I decided to try walking around a little in the cover of the corn. The morning light was growing brighter and the blue light of the early morning was filling the sky. In the distance I could hear the sound of roosters alerting the farmers of the arrival of a new day. I spent a summer on my great uncle's farm, and that was enough for me. The supply of eggs, bacon and other produce left me appreciative of those who lived a life of farming, but I had no sympathy for anyone who had to deal with the odors of livestock permanently lingering in the air. Ahead, there was a clearing in the cornfield. Cautiously, I peered through the stalks, not wanting to be seen. Even in the dark of the night, this white suit would be visible to anyone whose eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Confident I was alone in the field, I stepped out into the open. To my surprise, it wasn't the end of the field, rather an opening in the middle somewhere. All around me I noticed burnt corn stalks and long trenches gouged into the earth. Those smaller meteors I witnessed re-entering must have hit here as well as countless other parts of the globe. With any luck no one with the exception of a scarecrow was hurt during the impacts that caused some rather large scars in the field. Taking to the air, I surveyed the area and noticed several other fields that were torn up from similar strikes. One in particular had a fairly large impact crater at the end of a long trench that dwarfed the one yours truly had just carved out about a mile away. Ahead, I noticed a trail of damaged corn leading back to the road where a vehicle had driven up to the impact site. 'Typical rednecks, thinking it's aliens from another star visiting them.' I was happy to know I was the one to burst the tired old cliche of aliens traversing millions of light years only to visit a pair of shotgun totting hillbillies named Huck and Mickey driving a red 1950's pickup with fresh kill strapped to the hood. While I am no genius, I am honored to be mankind's first true ambassador to a being from another world even if I am now that very alien. Off in the distance I heard the sound of a helicopter, no make that two helicopters, approaching. The beating of the blades cutting through the air was unmistakably Hueys, and that meant military. Time to go. Making for the clouds, I leveled out at 30,000 feet and looked down, guessing I had been in either Oklahoma or Arkansas. I studied the area for any geographical markers trying to get a fix on my position. Without instrumentation and only crude navigation using the sunrise to give me a general sense of direction, I figured I could be just about anywhere in the midwest. I gained more and more altitude while memorizing the ground below before accelerating. Within a matter of seconds, I felt myself pass through the sound barrier again, this time purposely producing a concussion that could finally get those hillbillies out of bed. To Be Continued....Episode 4 "Solitude" Please send feedback, questions, editorial mistakes or comments to: [email protected] Join me on facebook: [email protected]